A new life Sequel To A Kind Of Life CSI MIAMI fanfic

Calleigh

I put up the phone and stopped. What if the conversation is dull? We won't have common topics? Will he recognize me?
Ok focus, Duquesne. Stay calm.
I dialled the number. Three long signals and... "Hello?" Familiar husky voice answered.
I stopped breathing. Still couldn't believe I'm talking to him... When I last saw him he was laying unconscious on the bed, and we were wondering how it will be to lose him for the second time...
"HELLO! " The voice got louder
"H..hi, Tim. It's me- Calleigh."
There was dumb silence on the other side.
"You know- your colle...."
"My friend. I was wondering how your voice sounds like. Hi, Calleigh. It's good to hear you."
"Yeah, you too...I'm sorry it took me so long to call, but it was a hard time for everyone.Me including."
"No problem. I still can't visualize you as I don't want to see any pictures. I still hope my memory will fix everything , and all pieces will stick together."
"Were sure of that. How are you doing?"
"I've been at rehab and then Allie came- you know Allie? "
"Yeah"
"So she visited me with a bunch of chemical equations, and you know what? I could get a good result. I remember something, I guess. Then quick washing and now I'm reading a science magazine. "
"Is it nice? It used to be your habit. I don't know anyone else who reads so much and acquires knowledge so fast."
"I hope it will help me to remember. I need work"
"You need rest, Tim."
"Can I ask you a question?"
"Yeah"
"Why do you call me Tim, not Speed?"
"I always did. Never called you Speed. I like your name, and you know what? I don't know a girl in the lab who calls you Speed. Looks like it's men's thing only."
He chuckled "maybe I'm not that speed , when it comes to girls "
"oh for that kinda things you have to ask Eric. He's the one to hang out with you."
"Yeah, I suppose."
"So when will they release you?" "I don't know. Next week was mentioned. "
"Are you coming back to Miami?"
"Of course. I have nothing to do here."
"And your job there?"
"I prefer my old one, I guess... However I must think of a place to stay and other stuff... "
"You can stay with me if you want. I have a guest room."
"Thanks Calleigh, I'll stay with Eric for a while, but I have nothing- clothes, personal belongings,money... I need to stand straight and find a job. I'd love to work with you guys, but I think I'm not good enough now. And  lab can't hire me because of Wolfe, so the promise that was given to me by the FBI is useless."
"What about your parents? You told me once, that if they had so much love as the money on the bank account you'd never leave NY."
"I don't want to talk to them, not just yet. I'll try to find something and in the meanwhile, I'll be working hard with regaining some strenght."
"You know- I acttually have some of your things in the attic. "
"Like what?"
"Like..two pairs of jeans, two or three t shirts, 2 shirts and trainers. I guess there may also be some of your cologne."
"Well well... Will you explain me why?"
"That was all in your locker. Locker with 'Speedle' on it was there untouched for over six months. Then the old one that Ryan took for himself broke down, so we finally agreed it's time. I took the things and just couldn't throw them away. So they're at my home. And also your wallet with a couple of dollars inside, a book and your holster. Oh. And there's your bike at Horatio's garage. Your parents didn't want it. "
"Well, it seems I have some cash and valuable things ;)"
"Yeah. Kind of."
"Thanks Calleigh. "
"For what?"
"Calling me. I was afraid of this conversation. "
"Why? Because you don't remember me?"
"No.....Because I do remember your voice."
I couldn't say a word. I was numb. "You do?"
"Yeah. When I was lying in my bed in coma, I heard you talking to me, just didn't know it was CALLEIGH's voice. "
"But..."
"But I'm sure. I remember how you asked me to fight. That's what I did, Calleigh. I fought. For you."
"But Tim , I was saying lots of things to make you fight."
"I know. And I'm not so silly to believe in all of them. Don't worry."
"I'm not worried.I'm happy you heard them. I meant what I said."
"Everything,Cal? You meant everything? Cause I've heard more than just 'fight' order.
That could also be my sick mind's imageries. Or you knew I was dying and you wanted to let me pass quietly"
"I meant everything I ever said." I told him quietly. "But I need to speak to you eye to eye to repeat all of them."
"So let's not hurry. Can you call me tomorrow again? For 5 minutes? "
"Sure. I'd love to. "
"So- until tomorrow- I need to finish, as it is late and the nurse will be soon, angry with me."
"Yeah , sure. Night Tim."
"Night Cal."
I put up the phone and sat on the chair. Jesus Christ...he heard everything. Everything. What shall I do now?
I called Eric.
"Eric I need to talk. Can you come over?"
" Yeah. I'm coming home actually. need anything?"
"Wine"
"What happened?"
"I was talking to Tim. He told me he heard me talking to him while in coma. He just couldn't stick the voice to the person or name."
"And?"
"He wants to talk tomorrow. And asked me, of I said it only because he was in danger"
"What did you say?"
"I didn't. I mean- I didn't say anything cause It was so straightforward, that he surprised me."
"How does he feel about it?"
"I don't know. I just finished the conversation and promised to call tomorrow."
"Oh Cal... If you don't feel it anymore, please don't fill him with hope. Don't mix love with compassion."
"I don't - I know what I feel.
I love him. But I'm terrified.